The Kingpin's Possession

71: Unbidden Desire

Kim:“What’s this for?” Kit asked, looking around the gazebo, a wide smile plastered on his gorgeous face. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. But what’s the occasion?”

“Nothing,” Kim answered as he turned the music on to a sound they could dance to. “Can’t a man show his love for his lover?” He grinned, bending a knee in a curtsy. “Shall we dance?”

“You’re so dramatic.” But even as he said that, Kit gladly took Kim’s extended hand.

He pulled Kim to the middle of the gazebo, where they swayed slowly to the sound of the piano accompanied by a violin and a saxophone. It was an old melody, one he remembered his mother used to play when he and P’Kla were still little, but he loved the tune, and he loved how Kit’s body felt against his as they swayed together in unison.

“Did you prepare all of this?” Kit asked, surveying the whole area with a smile.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have any help,” Kim admitted. “The candles were P’Aawut’s idea, and Som helped with the décor and the food.”

“Of course,” Kit commented. “Som is a foodie.” He nodded to the feast spread out on the table. “I bet she is going to study something about culinary education once she’s in college.”

“I thought the same,” Kim couldn’t help but chuckle. “But…just so you know, I did cook one of the dishes, but I have no idea how it went.”

“Aren’t you the cutest!”

“Please stop making fun of me.”

They spent the next couple hours like that, dancing and talking and enjoying each other’s warmth. They talked about the future, pretending that their current problems didn’t exist.

“We should go on a trip, you and I,” Kim suggested. “I’m thinking Italy. How does Rome sound?”

“Sounds like a plan…and expensive one.” Kit laughed nervously. “Seriously, P’Kim, I would be okay with Phuket or Pattaya.”

“Nonsense,” Kim shook his head immediately. “Kit, you’re the only person that I want to travel the world with, and when this is all behind us, I promise to take you all around the world. And you know I always keep my promises.”

They talked about far-flung dreams and mundane things, about what they wanted to do together, as well as what they couldn’t do apart.

This was what Kim liked the most about Kit; with him, Kim didn’t feel like a mafia don, shoulders hunched under the weight of the world. He didn’t feel like a killer, hands dripping with stubborn streams of blood. He wasn’t a criminal mastermind or a wolf preying on sheep.

When it was just the two of them, he was just Kimham, an ordinary man, and even so, he felt like he could conquer any nation.

In other words, Kit both humbled and empowered him at the same time.

Was that even possible? Kim supposed anything was possible when you were in love.

When the playlist looped back to the beginning, they decided to head to the pool area for a soak in the Jacuzzi. There was something oddly intimate about them taking off each other’s clothes—they had done so many times before, but for some reason, it felt different now.

It was as though he was baring himself to Kit for the first time. A playful thrill went up his spine.

He kissed the blade of Kit’s shoulder, tracing his clavicle. “You are so beautiful, even more so in this light,” he mumbled against his skin.

Kit closed his eyes, and a soft sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head to the sky. “You and your silvery words. I feel my heart flutter every time.”

“Better get used to it.” Kim pressed his mouth against Kit’s forehead. “I only say the truth.”

At the Jacuzzi, Kit first dipped his toes in the water, testing the temperature. “It’s warm enough,” he said, slowly lowering his body into the pool. “Come in.”

The jets were set at a power that wasn’t too high that their bodies would be lost under white foam, but it was just enough for some movement of the water.

Kim followed suit and was pleased to know that it indeed was warm enough that they wouldn’t be shivering despite the constant blow of cool evening breeze.

“I don’t think I say this enough, Kit,” Kim said. “I love you. Only you.”

Kit caressed the older man’s cheek. “I love you more.”

Kim smirked. “Don’t start; you know I don’t like being bested.”

“I love you the most!”

“Not possible.” Kim reached under the water so his hand was around the girth of Kit’s shaft. “How’s this for some loving?”

Kit swatted his arm. “Someone could walk in and see us!”

“Ah, don’t worry about that,” Kim reassured him, still stroking Kit’s length. “I already told everyone this place was off limits for tonight. We have enough privacy to do whatever we want here.” He sat on the stairs, knees propped up, and pulled Kit on his lap. “Anything.”

They began with a long, passionate kiss—one that contained the fervor they’ve always had but without the animalistic urge of lust that usually plagued them when they had sex.

Kim’s head moved as he deepened his exploration of Kit’s mouth, his tongue savoring the taste of Kit. He kept pulling Kit closer, but even when they were already chest-to-chest, their dicks rubbing against each other over their stomachs, it still felt like they couldn’t be close enough.

Kim burned with need, and it showed.

Desire, the whisper of the soul's yearning, danced within the waves of the pool and into Kim. It is the gentle pull of the moon on the tides, in the same way he wanted to pull Kit closer to him, beyond the smallest distance known to science even though it was damn near impossible.

Like the first blush of dawn, unbidden desire propelled him to claim Kit as his own, fervent and profound.

Why was he acting like it had been ten years since they last made love? Kim didn’t know, but he guessed that’s what love did to a man. You yearn for your partner’s touch even though you have only been apart for mere hours.

The physical heat from the Jacuzzi was definitely influencing their senses as well, and when Kim reached his fingers into Kit’s channel, he felt the walls become softer, easier to loosen up. That, and Kit was still stretched from last time.

Kim could taste the fresh toothpaste on Kit’s tongue, cool mint on sweet lips.

Kit pushed him backward, so Kim was leaning against the wall of the pool, hands still cupping the curve of Kit’s ass in the same way Kit had his hands on either side of Kim’s face.

They moved to the rhythm of want, and the only sounds they could hear was the rushing of water and their own whimpers.

“I’m ready,” Kit said when they paused to catch their breaths. “I need you.”

Kim obliged. For all his fearsome social status, he could never help doing whatever Kit wanted. He reached for a bottle of silicone-based lube and slathered it all over his hardened cock.

Kit eyed the bottle. “That’s an expensive one.”

“Is it? I didn’t notice.” He pulled Kit in for another long kiss; what Kim loved the most about the fact that they had done this many times before was that they had gotten used to each other’s movements. They no longer titled their heads in the same direction and banged their foreheads. They no longer made out too eagerly that their teeth clashed.

Instead, they moved in perfect synchrony, and it was magical.

Kit knelt up so Kim could guide him to sit on his cock, filling him down to the base. When Kit shifted, Kim could feel all of Kim’s walls hugging his dick with enough pressure to make a man cum from just that—but he held back. He wanted to savor this.

Kim washed his hands with lube and grabbed Kit’s own erection, stroking it up and down, making Kit sigh and lean back. Kim took this as an invitation to drag his tongue across Kit’s chest, massaging his nipples till they hardened from arousal.

His hands trailed down Kit’s spine, stroked his arms, caressed his neck. And all the while, Kit rocked his hips and subconsciously did small thrusts on his own as he longed for more of Kim’s warmth.

They were both greedy for each other, and perhaps that was what made them so compatible when they made love.

Whenever Kit moved, Kim’s whole cock felt it, the slippery nature of the lubricant allowing his skin to be obediently frictionless. If other people focused too much on trying to orgasm, Kim was trying his best to hold it off.

“P’Kim,” Kit whimpered as he was being jacked off by the mafia don’s firm hands. “Mmph“You’re close? That’s too bad.” And just like that, Kim stopped. “Get up.”

“...eh?” There was such a thing as post-orgasm clarity, but what the people needed to talk about more was the confusion of being edged. Imagine having your thoughts turning to sludge as you approach climax, only to be stopped short. “Why did you stop…?”

“You’re taking it from the back.” Kim felt a rush of blood in his dick when it slipped free from Kit’s channel as they adjusted their positions; Kit facing the wall with his hands gripping the sides of the pool, Kim re-inserting his dick up Kit’s channel.

Kim was surprisingly gentle tonight. When they did backshots, it was often because they felt like having it rough and fast. But this time, Kim wanted to take it slow.

And so, slow it was. His thrusts were firm yet careful, like he was focused more on the sensation of thrusting rather than getting in deep. Kit responded by arching his back in a way that Kim found incredibly hot.

As he pumped in and out from behind, Kim’s hand went to Kit’s cock, and the other in his mouth. Like they shared the same thought, Kit took the liberty of sucking Kim’s fingers as a way to express his pleasure.

“Faster…” Kit whimpered. “Please.”

Who was Kim to deny him? He picked up speed, the water sloshing around them in torrents as they moved. The way Kit tasted, the way he felt—it was addicting, and Kim could not get enough of this high.

“Oh, yes!” Kit’s grip on the walls tightened. “Ah… just like that… Keep going..!”

Kim panted, his breath warm on Kit’s back, eyes shut tight as he thrust his way to the climax. “Kit, you feel so good,” he moaned.

Kit turned his head, and Kim immediately went for a kiss, hands going everywhere except his own body. “I’m coming.. Ah..”

After some more pushing in and pulling out, Kit came first, and Kim followed not too long after.

“You’re incredible.” Kim made Kit face him so they could kiss.

“And you should have gone faster,” Kit joked when they pulled away.

“I made you cum, didn’t I?” Kim laughed, then sighed as he sobered, head tilted heavenward. “What a beautiful night. How lucky I am to spend it with you.”

“Yeah, this place looks beautiful, phiKim kissed the top of his head, pulling Kit closer so he could place his head on the crook of Kim’s neck. “I just wanted to do something special for you. I hated seeing you so disheartened after the recent events.”

“I love you, P’Kim,” Kit said, and for all their unbidden desire and kinky sex, this was the most he ever felt so vulnerable.

“I love you too.”